Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.